DESERT STORM
THE DESERT STORM
I sat squashed in my guest room
My safe heavenly observation line
Parched in a cubicle that pinched sized
By the minutes as I grow castrated
Watching people move about in frenzy
In anticipation of what is old, inevitable
Though a stranger, feeling one and thesame
As we awaited the moment of joyous encounter
***
The head was scotched and burnt
Prior to the rampaging tempest
Then came the cloudburst
Stampede race on desiccated soil
Escorted by crazed larger drops
Like wet slash on parched earth
Natural impediments made beggared
By season of cheerless and biting vapour
I sat squashed in my guest room
My safe heavenly observation line
Parched in a cubicle that pinched sized
By the minutes as I grow castrated
Watching people move about in frenzy
In anticipation of what is old, inevitable
Though a stranger, feeling one and thesame
As we awaited the moment of joyous encounter
***
The head was scotched and burnt
Prior to the rampaging tempest
Then came the cloudburst
Stampede race on desiccated soil
Escorted by crazed larger drops
Like wet slash on parched earth
Natural impediments made beggared
By season of cheerless and biting vapour
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